moaned against his neck, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
“Five minutes...” she breathed before giving in to the darkness.
Chapter 19
A dam woke up and looked at the clock. Six am. Any other Friday and he’d be up, showered and eating breakfast by now, checking out the day’s schedule and making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be. The guys he worked with were good – Adam only used the best – but it paid to be on top of things.
He wasn’t the one on top now, though. A lush feminine body draped over him, legs and arms curled possessively around his own. Her face was buried in his neck, lips parted just enough in exhausted slumber that he could feel the hot, rhythmic puff of breath against his pulse. She was very warm, his own personal electric blanket. He chuckled, thinking that come winter, they’d be saving a lot on heating bills.
The slight movement had Holly stirring. Without moving anything else, her hand skimmed down his body and cupped as much of his package as she could.
“You’re taking the day off,” she grumbled against his skin. Her little growl was every bit as possessive as her hand, making his chest swell with something he had so recently doubted he would ever feel.
He wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he had imprinted himself on every inch of her, inside and out, and she knew with absolute certainty that she was his. He’d made significant progress last night. After their first time in her living room, they’d moved to the bedroom and continued at a more leisurely – but no less desperate – pace.
Five, he decided, was his new lucky number. A five minute orgasm. Making her come five times in as many hours.
Yeah. Five was fucking awesome.
“I have a job,” he said, teasing her.
Holly lifted her head enough to lick along his jawline. “Yes, you do.”
In her capable hand, his cock twitched and swelled. God, she had an incredible morning voice, husky and low and twisting his insides into a tangle of hot, instant need. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him, relishing every second. It wasn’t just that Holly was the hottest fucking woman he’d ever been with. Nor that sex with her was better than any he’d ever had.
It was how he felt now , the morning after, that really did it for him. The certain knowledge that he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. And the fact that such knowledge filled him with a profound sense of peace instead of scaring the shit out of him.
As he pondered such things, Holly began to move. She brushed her lips over his, then back down along his jaw, making soft little sounds of pleasure as she did, as if she was getting as much out of this as he was. His arms lazily kneaded her back, her perfect ass encouragingly. He lost himself in the sensation of her intoxicating kisses, her warm soft weight, the feel of her filling his large palms.
It wasn’t until his hands gripped nothing but hair that he realized her intent. Then all the hazy warm and fuzzies cleared instantly, and a sharp and sudden bolt of lust scored the length of his body. Fisting her cherry-cola curls, he raised his head to see her wedging between his thighs.
She didn’t bother to look back at him. Holly’s attention was fully focused on what was right in front of her face. One finger traced the length of him, base to tip, and his hips jerked.
From one fucking finger.
That one finger was joined by others until her skillful little hand closed around him and they all began stroking together. The other hand was similarly employed, cupping his balls, tugging lightly, rolling all at the same time – Christ, where did she learn that ?
Then her tongue peeked out from those soft pink lips and she licked at the precum beading along the top of his head. She must have liked it, because she made an appreciative noise and seconds later the first few inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth. In a flurry of sensation that
“Five minutes...” she breathed before giving in to the darkness.
Chapter 19
A dam woke up and looked at the clock. Six am. Any other Friday and he’d be up, showered and eating breakfast by now, checking out the day’s schedule and making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be. The guys he worked with were good – Adam only used the best – but it paid to be on top of things.
He wasn’t the one on top now, though. A lush feminine body draped over him, legs and arms curled possessively around his own. Her face was buried in his neck, lips parted just enough in exhausted slumber that he could feel the hot, rhythmic puff of breath against his pulse. She was very warm, his own personal electric blanket. He chuckled, thinking that come winter, they’d be saving a lot on heating bills.
The slight movement had Holly stirring. Without moving anything else, her hand skimmed down his body and cupped as much of his package as she could.
“You’re taking the day off,” she grumbled against his skin. Her little growl was every bit as possessive as her hand, making his chest swell with something he had so recently doubted he would ever feel.
He wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he had imprinted himself on every inch of her, inside and out, and she knew with absolute certainty that she was his. He’d made significant progress last night. After their first time in her living room, they’d moved to the bedroom and continued at a more leisurely – but no less desperate – pace.
Five, he decided, was his new lucky number. A five minute orgasm. Making her come five times in as many hours.
Yeah. Five was fucking awesome.
“I have a job,” he said, teasing her.
Holly lifted her head enough to lick along his jawline. “Yes, you do.”
In her capable hand, his cock twitched and swelled. God, she had an incredible morning voice, husky and low and twisting his insides into a tangle of hot, instant need. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him, relishing every second. It wasn’t just that Holly was the hottest fucking woman he’d ever been with. Nor that sex with her was better than any he’d ever had.
It was how he felt now , the morning after, that really did it for him. The certain knowledge that he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. And the fact that such knowledge filled him with a profound sense of peace instead of scaring the shit out of him.
As he pondered such things, Holly began to move. She brushed her lips over his, then back down along his jaw, making soft little sounds of pleasure as she did, as if she was getting as much out of this as he was. His arms lazily kneaded her back, her perfect ass encouragingly. He lost himself in the sensation of her intoxicating kisses, her warm soft weight, the feel of her filling his large palms.
It wasn’t until his hands gripped nothing but hair that he realized her intent. Then all the hazy warm and fuzzies cleared instantly, and a sharp and sudden bolt of lust scored the length of his body. Fisting her cherry-cola curls, he raised his head to see her wedging between his thighs.
She didn’t bother to look back at him. Holly’s attention was fully focused on what was right in front of her face. One finger traced the length of him, base to tip, and his hips jerked.
From one fucking finger.
That one finger was joined by others until her skillful little hand closed around him and they all began stroking together. The other hand was similarly employed, cupping his balls, tugging lightly, rolling all at the same time – Christ, where did she learn that ?
Then her tongue peeked out from those soft pink lips and she licked at the precum beading along the top of his head. She must have liked it, because she made an appreciative noise and seconds later the first few inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth. In a flurry of sensation that
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